Beyond the Black Fence by Sy Roth
The land lay fallow
Beyond the black fence.
Growth once dressed in a white blanket of hoar
My winter landscape,
Or lush with summer growth in solstice,
A deer-speckled backdrop
Where they munched all day
Behind a scrim of lush camouflage
And black birds rested on the undergrowth–
All coupled with the land and each other
A fornucopia of continuation.
But like time,
It marched into war with man–
The CATs and cranes, gravely-voiced roaring of creatures
Yellow tractor-footed beasts belching
With their swiveling bodies in search
Tearing at the soil and forming mountains of dirt.
In short shrift, a sea of dandelions and chickweed drape
The mounds to hide their defenselessness,
And long-necked mantises spread a bed of concrete
Filling the gaping foundations with a gray slush.
And the deer fled,
And the black birds have new resting places
On the open rooftops.
The last trees crumble and pay obeisance to the diesel monsters
Where future houses will stack themselves in interminable neat rows
Making a firewood of septuagenarians
And those who submit to the end that race.
They come with their incessant noise of change,
A cock-a-doodle-doo alarm
On the other side of the black fence.
My side, where I find comfort in a book,
And a drink to whet my appetite
Hopes only to conjure images of the once verdant green
And dream of the antediluvian land that once was my winter vista.
©2019 Sy Roth
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator and has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.